Chapter 29 Non-wizard Organization Part 3
At the end of a large bookstore with a rather large courtyard. Lucas saw people gathered there, and the sound was quite clear. He thought it was a book bazaar, but the sound he caught again was not a book bazaar, but the sound of a demonstration.
Curious. The three of them crossed the street towards a very busy bookstore. People were gathering to watch the demonstrators and Lucas looked at the dark blue flags they were carrying, it was like a symbol of scales and underneath it was written 'Justice, Honor of Non-Wizard'. Sounds strange.
There were ten demonstrators, handing out pamphlets to anyone who came, and a woman in her late forties with a small microphone in her face.
"Thousands, hundreds, and decades. Non-magicians have experienced discrimination, violence, and genocide. We assume that the world we live in today is a peaceful world, that the fear of the Dark Wizards of the past has completely disappeared. But I have my own judgment that the world we live in today is no longer safe." A woman with short hair down to her neck, wearing a long jacket, pressed the remote control button in her hand. A rectangular board hovering beside her displays snippets of current news, murders, and non-wizard deaths.
"Look..." The woman pointed to the rectangular board. "A family of non-wizards died in their home and recently. An old non-wizard man died on a small street in Flamboyant, a quiet and strategic place to commit murder. Who else could it be if it wasn't the work of a witch?"
The woman was probably the leader of the organization that called itself "Justice, Honor of Non-Wizard".
"I don't like it. It's like propaganda, exploiting the hatred of non-wizards and wizards." Cloe had a sour face.
A young man with a bowl haircut, wearing a shabby jacket and looking very easy to bully. The young man kept his head down, not wanting to look at the opposite sex. Lucas seemed to see Peter's double, the real version of Peter. The bowl-haired young man handed him a pamphlet.
Cloe crumpled it up into a ball and threw it away. "It's no use at all."
"Miss, if you don't like it. I beg you, you don't have to throw it away like that."
The crowd that had been watching looked at the short-haired woman and Cloe, whose face was as red as a tomato.
"I threw it away because there's no use for garbage like that. Propaganda. Using the opportunity to gain sympathy and blame the wizards?" Cloe raised her voice, making everyone pay attention to her.
"Young lady, what I said is true. Besides, I am not gaining anyone's sympathy. I am doing this for the justice of the non-wizards." The woman was more enthusiastic, and her tone was gentle, not provoked by anger.
Lucas and Peter watched as two women of different generations argued. Both women had the right attitude, neither willing to give in to the other.
"You just want to get people's sympathy. Just because the number of wizards is getting smaller, non-wizards are dominating in the modern era. They are taking advantage of the situation. There is no justice at all."
The woman smiled strangely. "Look. This young lady is a witch, of course she won't accept the facts." The crowd split in two, more in favor of the short-haired woman. "My husband and my daughter were killed by a witch. Am I not allowed to bring justice to the two people I love?"
The situation is getting tense. Cloe clenched her fists tightly. "My parents were also killed by non-wizards, but I didn't get anyone's sympathy to defend me."
"What is the proof? I won't just believe it without proof. But I have the right proof." The picture on the rectangular board shows data on two people who were killed in a murder. The information is indeed correct. Everyone was more interested in what the short-haired woman had.
Cloe left the crowd, leaving Lucas and Peter behind. Although Peter had been looking for Cloe along the street, carrying a shopping bag that Cloe had just left behind. The girl disappeared very quickly, or maybe she just calmed down.
"Lucas, is it true that Cloe's parents were killed by non-wizards?" Peter asked the most ridiculous question of all. Of course, Lucas had no idea. They had been close friends for the past few months, spending time together wherever they went. Lucas didn't really know Cloe's background at all.
Lucas shrugged. He couldn't have been more understanding and didn't seem to care. Actually, Lucas was beginning to care a little about the girl.
It could be that Cloe was going back to the academy, leaving her shopping bags behind and causing trouble for Peter. The strange thing Lucas didn't like the most, apart from annoying Cloe, was the panic at the corner of the street. Three dark magical beasts appeared and attacked the crowd out of nowhere.
The situation, which was already a bit tense with the demonstration in the bookstore courtyard, was now even more tense. The short-haired woman fanned the flames of tension by deliberately baiting people.
This dark magical beast had the face of a gorilla and the fur of a monkey, but its body was covered in long, dark fur. Dark Feather Monkey, level 3, a major dark beast, but quite dangerous for non-wizards. A pregnant woman, whose belly looked enlarged, was frightened and crouched in the corner of the wall. The dark magic beast wore a terrifying grin.
Before Lucas and Peter rescued the pregnant woman, the short-haired woman carrying a long flagpole poked one of the Dark Feather Monkeys in the face with the tip of the iron pole. The other two Dark Feather Monkeys went berserk and beat the short-haired woman's back until she fell. A bowl-haired young man shouted and joined in the beating of the two Dark Feather Monkeys. Because the bowl-haired young man is not a wizard and is not good at martial arts. The young man also fell to the sidewalk with a bruised face.
Only Lucas and Peter can save the three of them. Lucas channeled mana into his palms, his hands clenched tightly, and a heavy blow hit the bodies of the two dark magical beasts, sending both dark magical beasts to the ground. A dark feather monkey dodged Peter's wind magic technique, at least Peter had brought the three people to a safe place.
The short-haired woman still had an arrogant expression on her face. "I don't need help from cruel wizards like you. It's you who create chaos, especially with those horrible animals. You only bring disaster."
It was enough that Lucas was silent and didn't care, but the short-haired woman continued to show an arrogant and insulting face. Lucas was truly disgusted by people like that.
Over the course of several months, his abilities increased rapidly. Lucas easily defeated two dark magic beasts. There was only one dark magical beast left, and it attacked him from behind. Lucas showed his cruelest face. Without turning his body, Lucas simply punched the Dark Feathered Monkey until it was thrown back three meters. Snow fell on his head.
"This cruel wizard saved you. You better shut your filthy mouth, bitch!"
The short-haired woman who had previously shown an arrogant face suddenly became silent and did not move. The woman's face seemed to have been splashed with dirty water, and she was unable to look at her opponent.
Peter, as a good friend, smiled warmly at the pregnant woman and the bowl-haired young man. "You better calm down. We will ask the Adept Wizards to help us solve this problem."
When a dark magical beast attack occurs, Peter contacts the academic staff to handle the problem. Since there were several Adept Wizards stationed in the town of Illois, it didn't take long for two Adept Wizards to take the dark magical beast to a safe place and out of reach of the population. In addition, one of the Adept-level wizards treated a pregnant woman who turned out to be a non-wizard.
There was absolutely no discrimination or injustice in what the short-haired woman said, she was just bragging and making a fuss. Lucas was sick of people like that.
After an incident in the city of Illois. They did not return to the academy until the afternoon. Cloe was already in the dormitory and seemed to have locked herself in, so Peter was forced to entrust Cloe's shopping bags to Hannah.